Thanks for the Gift of Life!!

Creations of the heart are blooming like flowers in the field.

The wonders of nature are entwined everywhere.

My spirit overflows. Footprints of the piper are sealed

In the pristine dunes while the echo of the wind

Unfolds whispering melodies.

Dreamland begins to roam freely...

Hear me coming as I go.

I am the wind, the trip into the mist, the sea...

Hear the echo of voices, the heartbeats of waves crushing

On the sand, as I leave my footprints on the land.

Hear the roaring thunder, for my crying is just a reminder.

Please, let the world be and set them all free!!



Wednesday, August 19, 2015


I was a sick little girl as far as I can remember since my early childhood. The worst part that took place in my little body was diseases related with my throat and lungs, such as bronchitis, laryngitis, and then the deadly asthma attacks. I could not breathe! My mom was desperate. She took great care of me day and night. I still see in my mind my dear mom next to my bed crying for her child and praying for me. My mom did NOT LET ME DIE!! Doctors were coming and going every day in my home. All sort of medications, injections, nebulizations, inhalers, you name it, I had it... Doctors had no clues what was wrong with me, for they were still dwelling in the Stone Age with poor knowledge. At the age of 10, my mom met a good Physician specialized in Asthma and Allergy. His name was Dr. Bernard Steinberg. So, he discovered that I got a severe case of allergy, and my bronchial asthma was triggered by certain allergens, which caused allergic asthma attacks.

My Immune System was also rather low, and I caught the germs spread out in the air which triggered my dreadful disease. So, the wise medical doctor began a special treatment for me with vaccines applied with small injections in my arms every week. It was called IMMUNIZATION. He gave bad news to my dear mom. Her child would suffer and carry the chronic disease over her lifetime, and she would have to take good care of herself as long as she lived. My poor mom never stopped worrying and crying for me. Sadly, I broke her heart, but it was not my fault, 
for I was born carrying the genes of allergy in that way...
At a young age -in High School, I was so eager to reach my inner goals, enthusiastic to learn lots of things and edify a solid foundation for my spirit and my life. JESUS, MY LORD & SAVIOR, SHOWED ME THE WAY, and He was MY ONLY LEADER.
I had to cross many obstacles, bridges, rocks and mountains to reach my final destination. Many times, I found myself swimming in a sea with the broken pieces of my heart. It was so hard to keep afloat. Life was indeed, so hard for me!! So, I had to put all the pieces back, and start all over again from scratch.
Then, my life went on until the years turned into my old age, so I got to drift the sailboat and begin a brand-new journey. I felt the weight of water under my feet, and the pain overloaded my back. I felt as if a train had run all over me. I felt my body and bones so heavy as if they were stones, and fatigue was overwhelming. My heartbeats galloped too fast like in horse races. I was then, out of breath with another asthma attack...
Well, now, I am tired and RETIRED. I can hardly believe I am still ALIVE.

God's Peace be with each and everyone.

Author:  Poet Starry.


Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

What a beautiful picture. I am sorry you had to go through all that. I have asthma and it certainly can be scary. One of my boys has it as well, and it terrifies me when he struggles to breath!

Denise said...

love you my precious friend.

Kay G. said...

Your story of you childhood very much echoes mine. I still have great problems with my breathing, it is my number one health issue.
When I was a little girl, a very wise country doctor told my mother to get me a little dog which was such a good thing, it got me away from all the cigarette smoke in my house!
Try to eat healthy and get exercise. Hope your health is better now! :-)